full moon over houston

Full moon, as I was flying over Houston, (the first time to see the full moon from this perspective!)

 

     I can still hear the crickets chirping on a cool summer evening years ago. Their soothing chorus providing the background music to the conversation between me and my dad while we sat at the picnic table in our backyard gazing up at the full moon. That cherished moment has been permanently etched upon my mind.

    With the passing of time, that treasured God-given souvenir from time past intensified in its significance. For as an adult daughter, the sighting of a full moon drew me back to that childhood memory again and again. I took to calling my dad to see if he noticed the full moon-no matter where I happened to be. He grew to expect my call at a full moon sighting and we remained connected in spite of the miles that separated us at times. 

   Now the roles are reversed. I find myself in the position of my father all those years ago.  Other cities, other states, and even other countries have laid claim to my children and their families.  

     There’s nothing easy about being separated from your children and their families. Often I yearn for the sounds of children’s laughter, cozy moments spent sharing thoughts and ideas. Days, weeks, months pass sometimes between visits and I feel our connection waning. Yet, God in his caring concern created a distinctive orb of light for all of us to see and be reminded that love cannot be lessened by distance.

        Whenever the full moon graces the sky, it stirs my heart knowing my children have the same spectacular view as I do. The light from that silent sentinel washes over us all reassuring us of God’s love and our love for each other.  A love that remains steadfast and true regardless of the miles that may separate us.